Life's funny. You'll never know where you'll end up. I thought I'd be stuck in this tower forever, doomed to die. Instead, I met Flynn and he changed my life for the better, even though he didn't want to (at first).

I remember the first time I met him. I thought he had broken in because he wanted to steal my hair, when, in reality, all he wanted was to get away from the royal guards. I shook my head in dismay. What a crazy little adventure that had been.

It was terrifying when he died. I felt a shiver go through my body and I could feel my eyes begin to water. I didn't want to think about that; I thought I'd lost him forever. I'm so glad I was able to save him after all; if I hadn't, I don't know what I would've done.

I looked around the room and laughed a little bit. God, this place looked so old. The paint on the stars was beginning to crack and chip and the whole room smelled like dust. I shook my head; it was no wonder Mom and Dad wanted to tear this place down when they discovered where it was at; it was just an ugly, decrepit tower falling apart that served no fundamental purpose for anyone.

Everything looked so small now, so crowded, which was strange considering that I haven't grown since I left this place. Maybe spending time in a palace really changed my perspective on living space but right now my eyes were really starting to open up. It seemed…cramped. Ugly. Hollow. Come to think of it, how could I have ever actually like this place? It all seemed so…lifeless. Just an ugly little tower with no life to whatsoever.

I walked up the stairs and toured my room. Everything was right where I left it; my art supplies was all packed up and sitting on my canvas; my books were still arranged alphabetically and sitting in the bookshelf.; chess and other board games that I used to play with were tucked underneath my bed just as always. It was almost like I had never left. I looked at the paint drying on the walls. It was cloud white and made the room stand out. With the way it looked, it should've complimented the room but it didn't; instead it looked out of place.

I walked out of my room and into Mother's room. It didn't look much better; it was juts as old-looking and beat-up as mine. The curtains were dangling from the pipe and the wood was splintered. The bed looked lonely, as if it might pop out of its misery and come to life. The room looked as if it could've been thousands of years old, with all of its fainted colors and splinted wood and wrinkled bedsheets and plies and piles of dust. There was so much dust. How did this place get so dirty?

I walked down thee stairs, wincing as I heard the stairs creek at my every move. I looked down as I exited the stairs. There were so many spiderwebs and dust lying along the floor. This tower was not hospitable; if anything, it looked exactly like the kind of place you wanted to get away from.

Speaking of leaving, lunch is in an hour. With one last glance around me, I quietly walked out of the tower, climbing down the trellises that I had grown up with. It was time to say good bye to this place, once and for all. I mounted Philippe and he took off, racing at lightning speed to get to back. As I left, I only looked forward. I wasn't going to look back anymore. I was free.